/In Transit
Through My Eyes I thought there was a passage.
A clear direction. A final destination waiting ahead.
I was wrong, There was no final version.
No before. No after. Only layers. Moments. Changes.
What I was looking for was not a destination,
but a new way of seeing.
π£ π± β±― π₯ π³ was born from this understanding: Everything is a π£ π± β±― π₯ π³ .
This π£ π± β±― π₯ π³ is also a π£ π± β±― π₯ π³ .
/Manifest
/Between Versions
/No Final Version
A garment is being prepared.
Not as a symbol of what was, or what will be, But as a space for what you become.
Hapa'root
